Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice and E-40 up in this motherfucker
(Ice and E-40)

For that don't know
We do it like this,we do it this
(Like how?, this)

I say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40
Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a
And you ain't wrote shit, got it my people

Your ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Eagle, blast on your Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," California
From California bloods, and 'cuz

Dip ridin' them itty bitty ass wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin'
If I ain't mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, low on horse
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm really supposed to be, shittin' on
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 doin' a track
That's heat, players it get no better than this pimpin'
That's heat two of the grizzliest and Godzilla ass niggaz
To touch the mic
(Touch the mic)

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin'
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I might talk a different but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, I do in college
I'm a piece of [unverified] slide through the park
And come back every minutes in a different car

On the strength of purposes
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this concrete
(Thumper)
Never when you just might have to, put a head on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent
We got, ten houses, even, spend ours
We go, ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with mob ass shit, it's a hit bitch

Broke bitch, into a rich bitch
Every trick wanna be a legit bitch
We got big ol', big gold
We got big ol', big gold, nickel
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggaz offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is actin' just like me, they can't believe they see

Pull you over, over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, that tickin' ass Rolex
A nigga blast 'til the reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' pimpin'
Placin' side bets, hair full of pimpin'
Bunch of ruffnecks, the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin'

White girl, dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Excursion truck
With heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm stuck

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail